Author: lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

Blinkers

The folly of the sighted is the strength of the blind.
They actually listen & understand in kind.

Their worlds are colored by hyper & brilliant senses.
Inner vision & sound married in mind’s eye lenses.

Not to mention, touch, taste & smell melded in tandem.
They build true forms of their world both direct & random.

A life unsighted where eyes do not prioritize.
New definitions of beauty without all the lies.

For, I cannot always trust just my two eyes alone.
They’re snobby; but other senses stretch sight’s narrow zone.

Big Bad

Turning into Frankenstein’s Monster over here.
Nauseatedly green, pallid & clearly queer.

Mismatched components rough-sewn to make up the whole.
Strange muscle fiber under patchwork brain control.

Like composite furniture, there are extra screws.
Two there in the neck lets me recharge on a fuse.

I retrieve all the pieces that fell by the way.
Assembly required…each & every fucking day.

I do fear my end; when storms knock out the power.
In that case, I could fly tin kites from high towers.

See…being a monster holds some security.
Folks have always been fearful & ever will be.

Small minds need villains so their small worlds are a prize.
They can’t be free or rare; so they hate us…surprise.

Digs

Money is spreading thin from coast to coast.
Too little butter over too much toast.

World in war over a mutual lie.
Currency’s fake; it’s pursuit, our black eye.

Those who’ll come next will excavate our tombs.
Assumptions born over what’s in our rooms.

Plastics & papers; our mobile tender.
From framed tech on walls, was our god rendered.

Screens in landfills & inside our caskets.
Fair guess, we arrived in hell by baskets.

Steadfast Cast

I stand by my shadow he’s done nothing wrong.
So then, why does he fade, draw thin & grow long.

He has stood here, by my side, my whole life thru.
Hiding only nights & each day 12 to 2.

I can’t even compare family & friends.
Loves haven’t come close to the time my shade spends.

Still, some would think me a sad & lonely soul.
Yet, I enjoy my company…it takes no toll.

I can make eye contact with myself in a mirror.
Can you sit in silence & come out clearer?

Fishing

Wherein one is looking for the perfect man.
Until he is found, it is catch as catch can.

Land & realease seems the easiest notion.
Love on the run; while shutting out emotion.

No time to catch feelings & no time to waste.
Lifelong loves lived in a few minutes haste.

Best to know carnally; than not know at all…
Enough to step up to the edge & not fall.

Tracks will stop dead because of a man.
Until he arrives, it is catch as catch can.

Sour Daddy

A coward father’s ruling ego…
Locked instep with cash & libido.

Always first to mine earth’s foundations.
Blind to stewarding their creations.

Throwing your children under the bus?
Just to avoid some scuttlebutt fuss?

Many issues; but only one heir.
The rest, infighting for the “spare” chair.

Brood born only for tax breaks & clout.
Still, children rebel & truth will out.

Carnal Knowledge

I could live over & over again.
I’d master my life & man’s mortal sin.

Knowing I could do it, I’d plan ahead.
Leave each life’s record to read in death’s bed.

I’d get real good & live projected lives.
In these I’ll have husbands & even wives.

I’d master subjects & have adventures.
All that time…experience its quencher.

However, if I am granted just one.
I’ll take each chance for new things to be done.